My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 1239 The Brightest Star In The Night Sky

Chapter 1239 The Brightest Star in the Night Sky

"Brother, we're actually really lucky." Madeline smiled as she looked at Lawrence, her eyes full of

happiness.

Lawrence hooked his lips shallowly, "Yeah."

Madeline, "Many children from families like ours are not destined to choose what they like from an early

age and are not entitled to have their own dreams."

"But you and I are not the same." Madeline added.

Lawrence nodded his head in recognition.

From childhood, all their parents asked of them was to study well, be healthy, safe and happy.

Their parents will encourage them to be brave enough to follow their dreams.

They carry a lot more joy and less stress than their peers.

They enjoy the lifestyle.

"I heard that when our Uncle Ryan first entered the entertainment industry, he had suffered opposition

from his family, and even for a long time, our grandfather refused to forgive him."

"Our dad, really, is nothing like Uncle Ryan."

Madeline's eyes glowed when she spoke of Noah.

The wind blew the girl's long hair, making the girl's delicate features even clearer.

Lawrence stroked Madeline's hair again and said, "Yeah."

"Grandpa's birthday is coming up. What kind of present are we both getting for Grandpa?" Madeline

asked, looking at Lawrence.

"I haven't thought about it yet, what do you think?" Lawrence asked.

Madeline, "I haven't thought about it either, Grandma told me that we just need to be there, no need to

prepare present."

Lawrence, "Grandma says that every year."

Madeline, "Yeah, but I think we still need to get the present ready. But I really don't know what to give

Grandpa."

Lawrence, "How about a bag? Or, clothes?"

Madeline, "Grandpa doesn't lack these things at all, I thought of that, brother."

Lawrence had an interested look on his face, "What?"

Madeline, "We two give a wonderful performance to grandpa, OK? Our grandfather is actually lacking

is a gift with new ideas."

Lawrence, "How?"

Madeline, "Don't you know how to play the piano? When the time comes, you play piano and I will sing

and dance for grandpa, okay?"

Lawrence thought deeply for a few seconds and nodded, "That's a good note."

Madeline snapped her fingers with alacrity, "OK, that's a happy decision then."

Madeline then happily held out her palm towards Lawrence. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

And Lawrence gave Madeline a high five with doting eyes

Madeline, "What song will be sung then?"

Lawrence, "Aren't you good at the Brightest Star in the Night Sky? Let's just have that song."

Madeline, "Okay, if that's the song, then there's no need to dance."

It was at this time that a girl gathered her courage and ran warily up to Lawrence.

The girl then lowered her head, looked carefully at the tip of Lawrence's shoe, and asked, "Lawrence, I

want to ask you a question."

Lawrence's face suddenly went cold, "Yeah?"

The girl, "Next month is the school performance, I was asked by the school to appear in the program, I

want to invite you to play piano for me."

The girl is cautious and trembling.

Lawrence is the man of her dreams.

Once upon a time, she had only looked up to him from afar.

Today, however, she wanted to take a step towards the man with all her might.

What if the man says yes?

"No." Lawrence responded coldly, not even looking at the girl.

The girl then ducked her head even lower.

That clear face was filled with loss.

The next second, the girl fled away.

After the girl left, the people watching around opened their mouths -

"There are really all kinds of people, who do they think they are, to have the nerve to ask Lawrence to

play piano for them."

"That's right, how could Lawrence say yes? It's really funny."

"You're not right about that, Lawrence will only play piano for Madeline."

"Yeah, does she think she's Madeline?"

Hearing everyone's words, Madeline frowned slightly, "Alright, all be quiet."

In a moment, everyone was quiet.

Madeline then looked at Lawrence and chided, "Brother, how could you reject that girl in front of so

many people?"

Lawrence frowned slightly, "I don't like her, what's wrong with rejecting her?"

In his opinion, to treat someone you don't like is to be coldly rejected.

No illusions can be given to her.

Madeline, "Okay I can't talk you out of it."

Lawrence, "Then don't talk about it, let's get back to class."

Madeline nodded.

Madeline was then the one who took Lawrence by the sleeve and led him all the way into the

classroom.

The siblings then each sat down in front of their own table.

As soon as he sat down, Lawrence saw a box of buns with red hearts on his table.

He receives many gifts every day.

But only this bun with a red heart on it was the one that impressed him the most.

For this bun, from the first day of school in his senior year, has always been there.

Sometimes, he really wonders why the girl is so enduring.

Many people, after giving it away for so long, don't give it away anymore.

She was the only one who held out for a long, long time.

After looking at the bun for a while, Lawrence put it all inside the drawer with the other gifts.

Soon, the English teacher entered the classroom.

Classes begin.

All of Lawrence's thoughts were all collected.

...

In the evenings, after school, Madeline and Lawrence connects together at home in the piano room.

Lawrence plays piano, while Madeline sings with a microphone nearby -

The boy's hands leapt across the black and white keys with reckless abandon, looking extraordinarily

noble and elegant as the music flowed.

But handsome as he is, he looks as cold as ice at first glance.

The boy's piano, which is very good, is comparable to the standard of a master.

The girl's singing voice is beautiful, ethereal and clean.

She has a vocal range that suits the song perfectly.

As soon as Jocelyn walked to the door of the piano room, she saw this.

In a matter of moments, Jocelyn felt that all the exhaustion she had experienced all day outside had

disappeared.

She did not bother to go up to them, but stood quietly in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe,

intently enjoying their performance.